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For a time, he did not speak. It was strange - having the companionship of one so young once again. Mosstalon had been his last apprentice; what he considered his pride and joy, and he had watched that tyke turn from a scrap of fur into something respectable.
All that, wasted.
Tinystorm's wrath had come not from Mosstalon's death itself, but the disrespect and carelessness that followed. It was one thing to be taken off guard by something unexpected, though preventable in hindsight. It was another to know of an issue, and let it fester and rot until it burst.
RiverClan lacked accountability. Plan and simple, too many felt inclined to kiss ass instead of recognized faults and address them. Hell, Tinystorm never claimed to be perfect, and he wasn't gonna get his tail twisted if a cat said he wasn't. Being a warrior and an adult was about handling things, not crying like some kittypet.
His loss ran deeper than any wound. To watch one's kid die was hard enough, but paired with how... Meaningless it was, stung harder. Despite his efforts to be emotionless, his armor was cracking. Pain was becoming evident across his face, muzzle contorting violently in an attempt to reign it in. He was losing the inner conflict as he sank his head down beside the kid.
Maybe it was stemming from the exhaustion and bloodloss. Tinystorm normally didn't feel so emotional, he likened himself to one of the Big Cats of Old. Impenetrable, fierce. Unwavering. Right now, he wasn't feeling it. "What a vague question." A scoff. "I pulled you over to calm your nerves, ain't that what kids like?"
He'd be a liar if he said he didn't want cuddles, too. It'd been one hell of a long week.
The fluffy tom only noticed the emotions flicker across Tinystorm's face because he had been staring at the warrior, waiting for a response. Despite having been in StarClan and seeing many cats emotional over their deaths, he still wasn't sure how to handle it. Instead of offering words of comfort, because he didn't know what would even comfort Tinystorm, he curled up closer and pushed his face into the huge tom's side.
"Well, I'm not a kid. I'm technically eighteen moons old, you know. Though I spent sixteen of them in StarClan," Talonkit huffed, before realizing that admitting to being dead was probably not the best method of comfort. Oops?
"But why did you save me? No one has ever acted so selflessly for me before. Quite the opposite, actually," he admitted mirthlessly, taking comfort in cuddling against Tinystorm.
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"You know what? Nightmist," Spiritail suggested with his Big long fluffy feather-like tail pointing up "I think I might take a break from all this Riverclan drama. The problem with the Riverclan was that most of them only see the narratives of decisions as black and white: Oh your the bad guy or Oh your the good guy. It is pretty one dimensional of you ask me. I think if I might move to somewhere like Thunderclan or Windclan so I can at least take a break from the drama from this clan." Spiritail looked up at the den's ceiling "Maybe I shouldn't leave one clan and then get hated by this whole judgmental cat-society for wanting a change for myself, Maybe I just need someone to help come with these problems with me, I mean Starclan does want peace within the clan, So why don't we just smooth over these problems by coming together side by side and agree to this stuff in peace" Sprirttail's realisation suddenly kicked in "Oh no- Im just being unreasonable again, Maybe I should stop getting in everyone's problems and just leave it to StarClan, I mean look at me" Spiritail then Stood up and looked a Nightmist "I may be big and strong and my tail may be long and proud but these problems are bigger then me and my confidence, I wanna be able to find confidence within myself to finally not be able to just yowl some generic and blind opinion in front of a whole lot of cats like a gull during dusk but I just wanna be able to find some cat that will give me the knowledge to know so I can understand what I am saying" Spiritail then flashes his long feathery tail "To have the same confidence as my very tail"
"My tail can catch many spirits, and when there's spirits there's hope"
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“Wow, I agree with your statement,” Nightmist said while listening carefully. “I could try to help you but I'm not the best teacher,” she warned, “but I'll try my best if you want me to help you try to find confidence in yourself,” she continued assuredly. “If you ever need help I'll always be there to help you.”
bump after a week
posting days are tuesday, thursday, and saturday if i happen to post outside of this, it's for my own enjoyment staff sign here
dracarys - dani <3
oh look a fossil
RAHHHH (velli)
The fluffy tom only noticed the emotions flicker across Tinystorm's face because he had been staring at the warrior, waiting for a response. Despite having been in StarClan and seeing many cats emotional over their deaths, he still wasn't sure how to handle it. Instead of offering words of comfort, because he didn't know what would even comfort Tinystorm, he curled up closer and pushed his face into the huge tom's side.
"Well, I'm not a kid. I'm technically eighteen moons old, you know. Though I spent sixteen of them in StarClan," Talonkit huffed, before realizing that admitting to being dead was probably not the best method of comfort. Oops?
"But why did you save me? No one has ever acted so selflessly for me before. Quite the opposite, actually," he admitted mirthlessly, taking comfort in cuddling against Tinystorm.
[ sorry for the delay ]
Normally, Tinystorm would have scoffed at the notion of someone not being a kid. He had a handful of seasons under his pelt, after all.
But...
The subject of death was hard. Despite how abrasive he could be, he wasn't interested in being a jerk to kids. Looking at Talonkit, he sighed. "I ain't gonna pretend like I understand half that, but if you did die, how?" He mentioned something about Snakeheart, something-- Admittedly, his memory wasn't the best at the moment. Bloodloss probably did not help.
"Too many cats in this Clan are self-absorbed. Protecting your Clan-mates - especially the young - is the minimum one should do as a warrior. Anyone who says otherwise should not be here."
Springkit didn't bother to looked back to see if the other kits in her group were even following her. The torbie was going to get a head start on this task and maybe throw around a few questions if someone would talk to her. "C'mon guys, we got a lot of nest to clean up!" she came to a skidding stop as she turned to look around her then to those that followed after her. The torbie had a grin as she took note of the messy nest(in her opinion). "I say we split up and then work our way towards the middle?" it made to most sense to her, hopefully no nest would be forgotten.
Springkit didn't bother to looked back to see if the other kits in her group were even following her. The torbie was going to get a head start on this task and maybe throw around a few questions if someone would talk to her. "C'mon guys, we got a lot of nest to clean up!" she came to a skidding stop as she turned to look around her then to those that followed after her. The torbie had a grin as she took note of the messy nest(in her opinion). "I say we split up and then work our way towards the middle?" it made to most sense to her, hopefully no nest would be forgotten.
Winterkit - A grey tabby
"Springkit! Wait for me!" called Winterkit, panting to catch up. "That sounds like a good idea- CAN I ORGANISE WHO GOES WHERE?" he cried in her ear, "Sorry for shouting big cats." Anyways, he put the 4 into each corner and set to work.
If they were looked at from top down:
@/Leafie - Top right
@Bezzle - Top left
@Octavia! - Bottom right
Me - Bottom left
Go go go!!!
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